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I thought being his prisoner would be simple. Get mocked a bit, paraded around and probably tortured a bit. All fine, a blow to the ego, and my image, but I would surely restore it when the maniac lost his marbles.
No, what i did not account for was Vox’s one-sided (for sure) psychosexual attraction towards me. What I did not account for, was having to watch Vox and Val (honestly perfect for eachother, both being perverts who cant keep their hands to themselves) fuck eachother like mad dogs, panting and all. And what i did not account for was the fact that Vox definitely wants to fuck me.
Our air mingles as he stands over me, pressing me into the chair and we both pant after that ridiculous song, where he basically told me how much he wants to fuck me. Val being himself calls over, voice buttery “ will you two just fuck already” a jolt runs down my back and my smile twitches.
i glare over at val who’s laying on the bed, kicking his feet like a teenage girl on a call with her best friend. “ and can i film it!?” I stare back up to Vox, who is blushing, which would be funny if he werent about to actually violate me. Vox makes eye contact with me and smirks, sending lightning down my spine, my eyes narrow into a glare that would be convincing if i wasnt also shaking.
Vox glances back over at val, the tv head still standing over me. “ not today honey, i want to fuck him in private.” Val shrugs and stands up, heading towards the door, then stops and turns around “That means without me, right?” Vox leers at him “Yes, without you” Val shrugs and walks out “I’ll go torture my plaything, my dear angel”.
Anger roils in my gut. I hate what val does to angel dust. I’m about as kind to angel as i am to anyone else, but i still don’t think he deserves rape, one of the worst things that someone can do to you. I can hardly stand being in Vox’s presence for a mere day, let alone be in Vals presence for years, I believe. I shudder at the thought.
“Whats got you shuddering like that, deer?”
I dont answer. He can violate me but he will get nothing in return. His eyes burn with anger at my lack of response and he punches me in the gut, causing me to lurch over and hard enough to make me gag
“ fuck you”
he smiles at my weak attempt to make this better. He grabs my face with his claws and pulls me out of the chair onto my knees, his cables swarming around him and grabbing my wrists and yanking my arms behind and a above me.
The cables lift me slightly, sending jolts of pain through my arms forcing my head down. my knees are spread wide and my feet behind me on the floor, trying to keep myself stable. My heart races in my chest, the cold burn of fear spreading through my chest with every thump. My ears are pinned flat to my head, revealing how i truly feel, but i still look up at him through my lashes, my face pointed downwards and whisper
“You really are just so obsessed with me. Wouldn’t it be more fun to torture me, to make me bow to you, than… than this?”
My voice comes out a little desperate towards the end.
“You already are bowing to me, and now im gonna fuck you so hard. I’m gonna make sure you bleed.”
He stands over me, face somehow shadowed even though he’s a fucking glowing tv screen. He sinks down to his knees and pushes my knees together, causing me to go off balance and struggle.
He climbs onto me and straddles me, legs around my waist. His hands go to collar of my shirt, undoing my tie and then the buttons of my shirt. I struggle away but am held firmly from the wires, panic surges, making my head light and fuzzy, a feeling i have grown unaccustomed to.
“ stop, this is below you” i pant out,trying (and failing) to sound confident, my eyes wide and breath shallow.
He doesnt respond as he moves to the next button. No no this is not happening. More cables wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him until we’re a mere inch away.
He looks up from undoing his buttons and presses his mouth into mine, his lips soft for being a screen, but nothing else… just gross. His lips move against mine as he pushes his tongue into my mouth i gag as i feel a wet slimely bulge enter my mouth.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to pull away but more cables wrap around my forehead and throat, stopping me from moving.
My breath comes in faster, and my chest tingles with fear. Tears well up in my eyes and slide down my cheek. My smile has not faded, though its anything but a smile of joy.
I begin to struggle and he finally pulls away a string of spit still connecting our mouths. I sag as much as the cables will let me and look at the ground, ashamed at how much this affects me.
People kiss all the time. I’m not gonna die. But my body doesn’t agree with that sentiment, shaking like a leaf and tears black from the eyeshadow i meticulously lay down every morning, pour down my face.
I take in a shaky breath. He smiles at me as he undos more buttons, his sharp claws grazing my bare skin, causing me to shiver, as me moves lower towards my abdomen.
He’s dragging this out, making it so much worse than it has to be. I would almost wish he would get if over with, but i’m grateful he’s not…in me yet.
“You’re so strong and mighty, Al, but the second i touch you, you break down into a weeping, shaking, pathetic mess. Gosh, it’s so hot”
i turn away from him, unable to look at his leering face. He reaches the bottom buttom and reaches under my shirt at my shoulders and slides my shirt off. Cold embraces my bare skin, its unbearable.
I will not stop smiling, he cant make me truely naked unless he takes me smile.
“Al, i just realized something, are you a virgin?”
i shake my head. I’m not. He seems about as suprised as i am that i answered that. He grabs my face and forces me to look at him.
“Who had the honour of being the first to fuck you? Anyone here?”
I stare at him, tears pouring down my face.
“He was here. But it wasnt here that he fucked me. I-it was when i was human. He, he grabbed me not unlike the way you are now and”
i swallow, choke on my spit and cough. “ and he forced himself inside me. When he was done i felt so weak, but i fucking killed him.I fucking killed him. He was my first kill. I hated all men after that, and kept killing. I knew i would end up here, and i was glad, so i could kill him a second time. The angels killed him before i could”
he looks at me with almost pity, and then laughs. “You’ll want to kill me after tonight, good thing you can’t!” He grabs my face with both hands and makes out with me, and little grunts escape my mouth as i try to not let it happen, but im so tangled up in his wires theres nothing i can do.
I squeeze my fists as hard as i can, nails digging into my palms, causing red to pour down my arms. I jolt back as i feel cables start to undo my pants. Theres nothing i can do but let it happen. Im not gonna die, people have sex all the time, especially here. People kiss all the time. Im not gonna die, so why does it feel like i am.
The cables undo the button and zipper and then slink away from my body, along with the rest of the cables. I stare at vox in shock as he breaks away.
“ Oh, im not done, i just want to move you to the bed”
no, i flip around away from him and try to crawl away, but he lunges and grabs me by the waist, nails digging into my skin causeing me to bleed.
I yelp in pain.
“You’re not fucking getting away Al, i’ve waited so long for this”
i curl in on myself , covering my mouth with my hand as i sob. He picks me up and cradles me and carries me to the bed, and throws me onto it so hard i bounce.
I curl into an almost ball, just my top half going inward, my bleeding hands pointed towards my face, which i stare at, shaking and crying.
I’m so powerful, the second strongest sinner in hell (currently) and yet im absolutely powerless to stop this happening. This disgusting, vile thing.
I suddenly sit up onto my hands, flip around and vomit on the floor next to the bed, shaking even harder than before. I wipe my mouth with a shaky hand and flop back down, facing away from Vox, who is climbing onto the bed next to me.
“ oh wow, you really hate me that much?”
I turn around to look at him, and to my surprise see pity on his face, which forces a sob out of me.
We used to be friends, he used to care about me and i almost cared about him. I got as close to caring about him as i could as an “ace in the hole” as rosie would say.
Oh, rosie. She may be my master, but she cares about me, and i care about her, truely. She’s a good woman, and so is mimsy
. I feel hands wrap around my waist and squeeze my eyes. I cover my mouth with my hand to avoid and sounds coming out.
I am disgusting, and awful. I shouldn’t even be making sounds. Tears continue to pour down my face, in almost and endless stream it feels.
“How long has it been?” I ask vox, voice creaking from disuse and crying.
He’s shocked out if his pity and smirks. “20 minutes, already tired? We havent even begun” a sob wrenches through my gut.
No, its been at least an hour, how can i barely get through twenty minutes? I’ve been in hell over 70 years and its been a blink, and my pathetic self can’t handle twenty minutes?
I feel him scoot closer, he seems to have removed his shirt and his bare chest is against my back, we basically spoon, his chest sticky and clammy. His head presses into my shoulder and he turns towards my face.
My eyes are wide and im still shaking like a fucking coward. his hands are spread against my stomach, his thumb moving back and forth in what could be a loving way.
It’s almost worse than when he was kissing me. His hands inch lower towards my unbuttoned but very much on waist line and he rubs at the hem of my pants. This is so much worse, so so much worse than if he were to just electrocute he here and now.
He slides his hands down my pants and i scream, but his other hand reaches up and presses on my mouth, on top of my hand which was already there, effectively muffling it. I would’ve though he would want to hear me scream.
I try to speak but his hand pins mine to my mouth and i cant speak. He moves his hand up and covers my nose, still pressing hard enough i cant move my hand. I wiggle as i try to breathe, to no avail, my eyes dart around the room looking for a way to breathe, which makes no sense but does any of this?
I close my eyes and embarrassingly whimper, closer to the sound of a baby deer, but a whimper nonetheless. His hands move down my pants to my inner thigh, probably attempting to tease me. My vision swims as i begin to asphyxiate. And i cant even fucking die. He presses his mouth into my back as he fiddles with my thigh, and i sob, i cant even stop.
I try to breathe and it comes in shallowly through his hand. I squirm and shout, feeling the vibrations of it on my face from his hand. My eyes flutter as i begin to fade.
I go still and close my eyes, hoping he will move his hand. He does. I leave my hand over my mouth but suck in deep breaths through my nose. In and out. In and out. I sharply intake air as his hand moves to my dick. I stay completely still, ears pinned against my head, tears welling and falling, a silent, quick exhalation every few seconds the only indication i am crying.
He rubs it in circles and i squirm. It does not feel good. Its like jolts of electricity into my stomach. My dick does not swell, i do not grow hard. Does he think im going to? is he truely under the illusion i enjoy this?
“Baby, you’re so soft, fix it or i’ll make this a whole lot worse for you”
i lower my hand from my mouth and whisper
“I cant, vox, i can’t im not a creature of lust”
i feel him shift, unprepared for what comes next
“YOU FUCKING BETTER AL, YOU FUCKING BETTER OR I’LL FUCKING BROADCAST THIS TO HELL. LITTLE FUCKING ALASTOR CANT EVEN GET HARD WHEN SOMEONES SQUEEZING YOUR DICK”
on that last sentence he squeezes my dick so hard i scream, raw and unfiltered.
“STOP stop oh my god stop fuck that fucking hurts, please just fucking stop”
i sob out, voice breaking on every. Single. Word. I curl in on my self, sobbing so loudly. My smile almost breaks, turning into more of a grimace.
“Oh you fucking baby”
suddenly cables shoot out from behind him and grab my wrists and and ankles, flipping me onto my stomach. Vox tears off my pants with his claws, then his, and shoves his hard dick inside my ass.
“STOP”
i scream, feeling as though im being ripped apart. Try to cover my mouth but my hands are still restrained above me.
He presses his head into my shoulders and wraps one hand around my throat, grabbing it to get leverage as he thrusts, and the other hand around my mouth to shut me up.
Tears pour onto his hand. It feels like im being ground in to mush, theres no “good feeling” that people say when you have sex, if you can even call this sex. Its just pain and agony and complete, utter violation.
My breathing grows rapid as he continues and a sheen of sweat appears all over his and my body, mixing and mingling . I gag.